"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Chi and the rest of you for saving my life." Zhao Nanxing was still injured, but compared to the alternative, getting away with his life was already a blessing. He clasped his hands toward the others, deeply grateful.
Chi Yunsang gave a cold snort. "Let this be a lesson. This island is full of danger. We'll only have a chance of surviving if we stick together. If any of you think you can get by on luck, what happened to Fellow Daoist Zhao could just as easily happen to you."
Then Chi Yunsang turned to Lu Xiaotian. "Fellow Daoist Lu truly is well versed in formations. From here on, everyone will follow his lead. Whatever he says, we'll do."
"Of course. We'll follow the lead of Fellow Daoist Chi and Fellow Daoist Lu," the cultivators replied, nodding repeatedly.
Lu Xiaotian nodded politely, but paid little attention to their courtesy. They feared Chi Yunsang's strength, not him, a Golden Core Early Stage cultivator. Still, the situation was now somewhat in his favor. At least after what had just happened, these people had gained some trust in him.
The group gazed toward the island said to hold the Misty Hall, their eyes alight with anticipation. They were clearly eager to claim the treasures rumored to be there.
Even after they entered the barrier, they still couldn't take in the island's full extent. But the spiritual energy here was even denser than in the cave dwelling where he had undergone his tribulation in Blue Nether City. This truly was a paradise for cultivation.
Yet for all the spiritual energy filling the island, the auras here were also incredibly mixed. The cries of demonic beasts rang out from time to time, and among them were some with the imposing